He's All Boy!

Our Saturday was going so well! We had blueberry pancakes, played with cars and threw baseball. Matt and I even got motivated to go for a walk in the neighborhood. If you were anywhere near Knoxville on Saturday, you know that that took motivation! It was hot! When we got back from our walk we started getting ready for a day full of fun. Matt jumped in the shower and I started forlding some laundry. Carter found a ball and chased it all around the room while I was folding clothes. Actually, he chased it right into the corner of a dresser in our bedroom. It started bleeding immediately and I knew right away we were probably headed to the emergency room. I called Matt's aunt Donna for her opinion- it didn't seem that bad, I just wasn't sure. She suggested that I go just in case- better safe than sorry. So off we went. For the second time in less than two months.

Thank goodness they weren't very busy. We were called back quickly and didn't wait in our room very long. Here is a picture of Carter waiting. As you can tell, he didn't seem very bothered. Of course he did have his froggy to make him feel safe.


Two stiches and a posicle later, he was good to go! I think he looks kind of drunk in this picture- the scar on his nose is not really obvious. I am hoping it is going to keep getting better. Maybe we will luck out with no scar on his forehead also. Matt's afraid he's going to look like a hockey player.

I hope this isn't becoming a pattern, but as everyone says, "He's all boy." I might need to get used to my little daredevil and not only count how many times we have to go to the ER but how many times we were blessed to avoid it. Let's see- two weeks ago he rode his tricycle down a flight of steps...



I love you Carter, but I'm going to be gray by the time I'm 35 if you keep this up!